Oh, and how time flies when your stressen out
Three years ago I began the Journey to becoming a Journalist. I was fresh out of high school, and scared as all hell about what came next. Was I really ready to be an adult? To get a job, join the "real world"?
Every time this thought would come into my head, always at the worst moments causing a near crippling anxiety attack, I would calm myself by saying over and over again, its going to be ok, you don't have to worry about it, you have two years. This became a mantra of a kind for me.
I knew that college wouldn't be easy; that what I’d chosen to study was not a program for the meek and lazy and was I ever right. There have been many times that I've thought to myself, Jesus H Christ what have I gotten myself into. What am I doing? Then the anxiety would come again and I would once more repeat my mantra. Except it soon became you have one year.
So I opted to take the third year, which academically was the smartest thing I could have ever done, but really it was only to try and delay the looming deadline that was approaching. The day I joined the “real world” as my lovely and sadistic professor loves to remind us. Over the past three years I've found myself so stressed out, over assignments, internships, getting newspapers out on time, getting the radio show going, why the moon is round, you name it and it was a stressor, that one day it seems I just looked up and there was that deadline staring me in the face in big neon letters glaring, its time, this is it.
In three days I will be done my college experience. In two months I will be graduating. I find that yes, I'm still freaked out about starting that new part of my life, and perhaps I over think these things, but not as much. The thought that so terrified me over the past three years doesn't so much anymore. I know I am capable, more than capable of doing what needs to be done.
Logically I know I'll be okay. My new mantra is just to take it a day at a time. That and three more days and I'm out of here!
Every time this thought would come into my head, always at the worst moments causing a near crippling anxiety attack, I would calm myself by saying over and over again, its going to be ok, you don't have to worry about it, you have two years. This became a mantra of a kind for me.
I knew that college wouldn't be easy; that what I’d chosen to study was not a program for the meek and lazy and was I ever right. There have been many times that I've thought to myself, Jesus H Christ what have I gotten myself into. What am I doing? Then the anxiety would come again and I would once more repeat my mantra. Except it soon became you have one year.
So I opted to take the third year, which academically was the smartest thing I could have ever done, but really it was only to try and delay the looming deadline that was approaching. The day I joined the “real world” as my lovely and sadistic professor loves to remind us. Over the past three years I've found myself so stressed out, over assignments, internships, getting newspapers out on time, getting the radio show going, why the moon is round, you name it and it was a stressor, that one day it seems I just looked up and there was that deadline staring me in the face in big neon letters glaring, its time, this is it.
In three days I will be done my college experience. In two months I will be graduating. I find that yes, I'm still freaked out about starting that new part of my life, and perhaps I over think these things, but not as much. The thought that so terrified me over the past three years doesn't so much anymore. I know I am capable, more than capable of doing what needs to be done.
Logically I know I'll be okay. My new mantra is just to take it a day at a time. That and three more days and I'm out of here!